This triple LLL aprentice is my nemesis...I'll relish it
You're married to the game... but Too Short to measure it
No sedative in sight... but the elite are all asleep
Your loss to me is like Simpsons... another damn repeat
You're slammed off your feet... can't stand up for yourself
Change ya name all you want... ya still stuck with yaself
Tu-cent is dense... packing fudge like a shop cart
Only four percent of Fifty... and thats the scarred shot part
If you were close to a window... best believe I'd push you through
Coz this fukka tried to make himself the leader of my crew
For leader I was selected... you defected here's the best bit
I looked at the roster... this fools leader... none elected
I suspected you were contrived when I arrived at DM
My punches hit so hard... they don't see Tu... they see ten
So don't frown just smile...keep your pride and have some fun
Coz like its the 11th
I think its fun to run down... Aisle 5 with a gun

Line 2 (married to the game is a Too Short album)
Line 6 (his old name is Tu Cents)